Chapter 7

Suzanne decided to stay home and cuddle up rather than go over to his Grandma’s. Andrew left her to a quiet night in and went over to have fish and chips out of a newspaper with his grandmother and her neighbour. Never let it be said her millionaire grandson didn’t spoil her! But that was all she wanted. Over the years Andrew realised it meant that her and Vi could start the sherry in the afternoon and not have to worry about negotiating the stairs; but she was happy. It followed the usual format, eating dinner while his Grandma talked him up to Vi before the cards came out and they lightened his wallet. And Andrew never just let them win, in fact over the years he tried increasingly hard to beat them at least once. If he didn’t lose too much he took it as a moral victory. But the evening was all about spending time with her. She was still giddy about the two day trip to London and Cambridge. Andrew would phone her on Sunday night when he got to College to confirm the dates and then deal with all the travel plans. Okay, Morag was doing all the travel plans but let’s not split hairs. When he got back to the flat Suzanne was already in bed, looking downright glum.

“Are you okay?”

“The first day is the worst, and the flow is even heavier than normal.”

Andrew lay on the bed beside her and whispered in her ear.

“Does that mean you are even hornier than normal?”

“I am horny but it is way too messy. I have ruined a pair of jeans already.”

Maybe even more than dominating Suzanne, Andrew got excited by sexual taboos. And period sex was about as taboo as it got. Nothing Suzanne had said was going to stop him now. He went through to the bathroom and brought back three towels. Two went on the bed and one on the floor for emergencies. Lastly Andrew hid something he had spotted in a joke shop down by his knees.

“Come here, let me make you forget all about how crappy you are feeling.”

Suzanne did come out from under the covers and come to the end of the bed but it was with reluctance.

“Andrew, there is a lot of blood.”

Her flannel pajama bottoms and the most ridiculously unsexy granny pants were thrown on the floor and as he pulled the string of the tampon Andrew could see she wasn’t joking. It was thick and heavy, and the blood was a vivid red. Previously the traces of blood had seemed darker but this was as if she was bleeding from a wound. All of that became irrelevant. As soon Andrew touched Suzanne’s clit her bum was off the bed. It was fantastic, she was so responsive. There was blood everywhere but it just made her response even better. Andrew loved eating a woman out, from the earliest days with Mareikura it had always turned him on. But this was even better, turning a mopey, sad woman into a screaming orgasming creature. That he was doing it during her period, breaking a taboo and doing something most people would be horrified about, if they knew, that just made it even better. There was the sharp metallic taste of blood everywhere, some of the blood was running down his arm to his elbow as he knelt between her thighs. Just as with the last time he didn’t think Suzanne could have stopped on her own. Andrew pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy, his hand looking like he had dunked it in a vat of blood. Fortunately he had already taken everything but his briefs off before starting so only got blood on one piece of clothing. Andrew was achingly hard but before he started fucking Suzanne he leaned down and picked up his surprise. He had seen a pair of child’s Dracula teeth in a joke shop and so had bought a pair for exactly this moment. He slipped them over his teeth but kept his mouth closed. Grabbing Suzanne by the thighs Andrew pulled her to the end of the bed and buried himself in her in one thrust. He could feel the blood spray on his thighs as it was displaced by his dick. Suzanne’s eyes flew open and as she stared at him Andrew put on his most manic smile and opened his mouth.

There he was, face covered in blood, hands covered in blood, his whole crotch covered in blood, looking like a depraved and demented Dracula. Suzanne shrieked at the sight of his fake fangs before whacking him.

“Idiot. I can’t believe you have Dracula fangs. You look like an axe murderer.”

She said the sweetest things. In response Andrew grabbed the front of her thighs and fucked her harder. When Suzanne came again he stopped. Between the blood and the pussy juice he was getting no friction at all and was starting to worry that Suzanne might faint from blood loss. As she was coming down from her orgasm he looked around, and spotted the spare towel which he would use to wrap himself as much as possible to get to the shower. He was glad he had used two towels for the bed because the top one was sodden with Suzanne’s blood.

Using the towel Andrew wiped the worst of the blood off his arms and crotch and then wrapping it around his waist helped Suzanne to stand and fashioned a diaper from the towels on the bed. They got to the bathroom without any further blood splatters. Stepping into the shower the three towels were discarded in the corner of the stall and they could finally relax.

“Turn the water on. You look worse than anything I have seen in a horror movie.”

20 seconds had the worst off him, and within a minute the two of them looked normal.

“I have felt crap all day, just awful. And then you come home and just explode my world.”

“How are you feeling? Are you okay? That was a lot of blood.”

“Just like the last time, it is like you have ripped out a knotted cramp in my body. I don’t feel heavy round the middle, I will again tomorrow but other than being tired, I feel much better. Are you okay, you were covered in blood. There is low flow period sex and then there is that. When I looked up and you smiled at me with those stupid teeth I thought my heart had stopped. You could not have looked any more like a depraved vampire.”

Andrew was whacked again for his trouble.

“Nobody has period sex. Nobody. And yet you not only have period sex but look like you had it in an abattoir. You are one seriously kinky guy.”

She ruined the effect by giggling.

“And we already know about me.”

He pulled her to him for a wet hug before leaving her to finish up and reload her tampon. He found clean underwear and new pajamas for her and 10 minutes later she was sitting drinking a small whisky.

“I don’t feel light-headed but I do feel tired so I am going to bed. I don’t risk swimming on the first couple of days, so the same as this morning I will see you when you get back, okay?”

They went through to the bedroom together but miraculously the bedding had survived without any blood getting on it, so it was just the towels that needed a serious clean. The following morning Suzanne was awake but not yet out of bed when Andrew got back from the pool.

“Is there anything special I can get you to eat?”

“There should be some bananas so I will have a couple of them when I get up. Once the meeting is over you can buy me a steak lunch, blood rare, and I should be fine. I am just a bit on the tired side this morning.”

“Okay, we still have plenty time before we have to go.”

The meeting with Mhairi’s assistant Grace was short and functional. Andrew resigned and Suzanne was appointed as a Trustee. As he never really knew about all the rules and details, he did as directed. It was done. Andrew needed five minutes with Grace and so Suzanne waited outside.

“I would like you to set up a correspondent lawyer arrangement in Maastricht in the Netherlands please. Can you do that?”

“Yes we can. English speaking?”

“Yes please. And it is for the photography business so the EPIC Partnership rather than any individual.”

“Okay, we can do that. How do you want to communicate with them? Are we to provide them with your Cambridge address?”

“No. Even if I write to them directly I would like everything sent here.”

“We will let you know the name of the firm and the specific lawyer when it is finalised. Maastricht is a new one for me but we have done it many times both in London and other European capitals.”

Another piece of the Ursula Schmidt disguise was in place. After that they went to one of the large hotel restaurants and Andrew watched in slight awe as Suzanne demolished a large steak with extra broccoli, both full of iron apparently. Finally they returned to the flat, Suzanne feeling perkier than earlier in the day.

“Do you want to have dinner with your folks? It will probably be better than the takeout here.”

“Sure, that would be nice. You will come too though, yes?”

“Don’t you want to spend time on your own with them?”

“No, I have done all that. I am not going to leave you here for another night of takeout. Let’s go home and surprise Mum. She loves that!”

A couple of hours later Mrs. Jenner, knowing how much Andrew ate, was fretting that there was not enough food but a frozen loaf of garlic bread averted a crisis and the three of them sat and chatted waiting for Mr. Jenner to get home. Andrew had eaten there three or four times but it was never totally relaxed. But that night Suzanne had an agenda, she may have moved out and have some very adult proclivities but she was still daddy’s little girl and she wanted his approval.

“So something exciting and interesting happened today.”

Andrew hid his smile as her parents politely asked what.

“I became the Trustee of an Investment Trust.”

Now Andrew knew her father did something in the investment industry but couldn’t remember what. This was going to be fun.

“What do you mean you have become a Trustee?”

“I would have thought you would know Daddy.”

“Yes, yes, I know what they are. How have you become a Trustee? You have just turned 21.”

Suzanne was playing him like a salmon on the Spey.

“What does my age have to do with it?”

“Nothing I suppose. What are you the Trustee of?”

“The CMS Venture Endowment Trust.”

This trust had changed name a lot, but that was the final one. What was interesting was Suzanne’s dad’s reaction. He had heard of the Trust.

“You are a Trustee of CMS?”

“Yes, I was appointed this morning.”

Suzanne accepted her mother’s congratulations while her father had a look that was part pride, part flummoxed and part calculating. It was quite the trifecta to pull off.

“Yes, congratulations darling. Can I ask how you came to be appointed a Trustee of CMS?”

The salmon was tiring and was starting to be reeled in.

“I was asked to replace one of the existing Trustees.”

“But why you?”

“I had been talking to one of the Trustees for more than a year about the environmental impact of new investments. When this opportunity came up I was asked if I wanted to take over and formalise my involvement. So I agreed. I was at Drummond’s this morning and signed all the paperwork.”

“So you know the Trustees already?”

Suzanne decided to put her father out of his misery. The salmon was about to be coshed.

“Dad, CMS was set up by Andrew, Leslie and Julian. CMS is just the initials of Campbell, McLeod and Strong. Andrew stepped down as a Trustee and Leslie asked me to be his replacement.”

The blow had only stunned him and Mr. Jenner was flapped around on the shore, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Andrew could see him start to say two or three sentences but each time he stopped. Finally.

“How big is the Trust Suzanne?”

Suzanne stood up and came back with her bag and produced at a piece of paper.

“It has assets of just over £7.5m, investments in more than 50 businesses, and is funding science within schools and research at university.”

She could not have sounded prouder and Andrew could not have been more proud of Suzanne. This was not some mega-fund but it was still significant. Her dad turned to him.

“I thought that you set up a medical research trust?”

“We did, this is separate.”

“You set up two Trusts?”

Then did not seem the time to talk about the little People Trust. And Andrew meant the size of the trust not little people.

“Yes we did.”

The next hour was spent recapping the convoluted history of the Endowment Trust. Mr. Jenner sat back and listened while Andrew talked, professional interest showing through.

“And Suzanne is now one of, how many Trustees?”

“There are three of us, sorry, three of them, I am no longer a Trustee. Leslie, Julian and Suzanne.”